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Music is an art form that involves sounds and silence. Music may be used for artistic or aesthetic, communicative, entertainment, or ceremonial purposes. The definition of what constitutes music varies according to culture and social context.
- Love is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart — builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody — for music is the voice of love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.
- Robert G. Ingersoll, Orthodoxy (1884).
- We get nearer to the Lord through music than perhaps through any other thing except prayer.
- J. Reuben Clark, LDS Conference Report, Oct. 1936.
- "Music" includes sounds wholly or predominantly characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats.
- Criminal Justice and Public Order Act 1994, Section 63 (1)(b) (United Kingdom).
- This section attempts to define music played at raves, in order to give police power to ban them. It was widely ridiculed at the time and since (see, e.g., Marcel Berlins, "Writ Large", The Guardian, February 1, 1994)
- In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side — there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.
- Gilles Deleuze, from his Essays Critical and Clinical, p. 104
- Music is like a mirror in front of you. You're exposing everything, but surely that's better than suppressing. ... You have to dig deep and that can be hard for anybody, no matter what profession. I feel that I need to actually push myself to the limit to feel happy with the end result.
- Enya, as quoted in "Everyone thinks I'm so shockable", an interview with Neil McCormick in The Telegraph (24 November 2005)
- It appears to me that the subject of music, from Machaut to Boulez, has always been its construction. Melodies of 12-tone rows just don't happen. They must be constructed. … To demonstrate any formal idea in music, whether structure or stricture, is a matter of construction, in which the methodology is the controlling metaphor of the composition... Only by 'unfixing' the elements traditionally used to construct a piece of music could the sounds exist in themselves—not as symbols, or memories which were memories of other music to begin with.
- The emphasis of study upon a particular aspect of music is in itself ideological because it contains implications about the music's value.
- Green, Lucy (1999). "Ideology". Key Terms in Popular Music and Culture. ISBN 0631212639.
- Music has no subject beyond the combinations of notes we hear, for music speaks not only by means of sounds, it speaks nothing but sound.
- We must ask whether a cross-cultural musical universal is to be found in the music itself (either its structure or function) or the way in which music is made. By 'music-making,' I intend not only actual performance but also how music is heard, understood, even learned.
- Dane Harwood (1976:522). "Universals in Music: A Perspective from Cognitive Psychology", Ethnomusicology 20, no. 3:521-33
- The human attitude of which classical music is the expression is always the same; it is always based on the same kind of insight into life and strives for the same kind of victory over blind change. Classical music as gesture signifies knowledge of the tragedy of the human condition, affirmation of human destiny, courage, cheerful serenity.
- We can no longer maintain any distinction between music and discourse about music, between the supposed object of analysis and the terms of analysis.
- Bruce Horner (1999). "Discourse". Key Terms in Popular Music and Culture. ISBN 0631212639.
- Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
- Language addresses itself to the ear. No other medium does this. The ear is the most spiritually determined of the senses. That I believe most men will admit. Aside from language, music is the only medium that addresses itself to the ear. Herein is again an analogy and a testimony concerning the sense in which music is a language. … Language has time as its element; all other media have space as their element. Music is the only other one that takes place in time. … Music exists only in the moment of its performance, for if one were ever so skillful in reading notes and had ever so lively an imagination, it cannot be denied that it is only in an unreal sense that music exists when it is read. It really exists only being performed. This might seem to be an imperfection in this art as compared with the others whose productions remain, because they have their existence in the sensuous. Yet this is not so. It is rather a proof of the fact that music is a higher, or more spiritual art.
- Søren Kierkegaard Either/Or Part I, Swenson p. 66-67
- We're blues people. And blues never lets tragedy have the last word.
- Wynton Marsalis in Smithsonian Magazine, November 2005
- Most people have music in the center of their lives. I believe my work sheds light on how music affects us and why it is so influential.
- Susan McClary, quoted in Sullivan, Meg (May 2002). Spotlight: Susan McClary, Musicologist.
- Listening to music engages the previously acquired personal knowledge of the listener.
- We must see that music theory is not only about music, but about how people process it. To understand any art, we must look below its surface into the psychological details of its creation and absorption.
- Marvin Minsky, "Music, Mind, and Meaning" ibid.
- Music makes things in our minds, but afterward most of them fade away. What remains? ...perhaps what we learn is not the music itself but a way of hearing it.
- Marvin Minsky, "Music, Mind, and Meaning" ibid.
- All aspects of musical practice may be disengaged, and privileged, in order to give birth to new forms of variation: variations on the relationships between the composer and the performer, between the conductor and the performer, between the performers, between the performer and the listener, variations upon gestures, variations on silence that end in a mute music that is still music because it preserves still something of the musical totality of the tradition...all elements belonging to the total musical fact may be seperated and taken as a strategic variable of musical production. This autonomization serves as true musical experimentation: little by little, the individual variables that make up a total musical fact are brought to light. Any particular music then appears as one that has made a choice among these variables, and that has privileged a certain number of them. Under these conditions, musical analysis would have to begin by recognizing the strategic variables characteristic of a given musical system: musical invention and musical analysis lend each other mutual aid.
- Being in a band is really great when you're 20. When you're 30, it's kind of 'Spinal Tap,' and when you're 40, it's just pathetic.
- If we compel the composer to write in terms of what the listener is able to hear, we flirt with the danger of freezing the evolution of musical language, whose progressive development comes about through transgressions of a given era's perceptual habits."
- Without music, life would be a mistake.
- I might as well endeavour to perswade [sic], that the Sun is a glorious, and beneficial Planet; as take pains to Illustrate Musick with my imperfect praises; for every reasonable Mans own mind will be its Advocate. Musick, belov'd of Heaven, for it is the business of Angels; Desired on Earth as the most charming Pleasure of Men. The world contains nothing that is good, but what is full of Harmonious Concord, nor nothing that is evil, but is its opposite, as being the ill favour'd production of Discord and Disorder. I dare affirm, those that love not Musick (if there be any such) are Dissenters from Ingenuity, and Rebels to the Monarchy of Reason.
- Humphrey Salter (1683). The Genteel Companion.
- The term 'chromatic' is understood by musicians to refer to music which includes tones which are not members of the prevailing scale, and also as a word descriptive of those individually non-diatonic tones.
- J. Shir-Cliff (1965). Chromatic Harmony. New York: The Free Press. ISBN 0029286301.
- In this day and time you can't even get sick; you are strung-out! Well by God, I'll tell you something, friend: I have never been strung-out in my life, except on music!
- "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
- The effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence.
- Arthur Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation (1819) Vol. I, Ch. II
- This art is music. It stands quite apart from all the others. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man's innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting] which Leibniz took it to be.
- Arthur Schopenhauer, The World As Representation: Second Aspect, Vol. I, Ch. III as translated by Eric F. J. Payne (1958)
- Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
- Sometimes even in the habitual course of life, the reality of this world disappears all at once, and we feel ourselves in the middle of its interests as we should at a ball, where we did not hear the music; the dancing that we saw there would appear insane.
- Germaine de Staël, De l'Allemagne (1813) Information gathered from the Quote Investigator.
- [S]o far as music ever had a "meaning" beyond the immediate and exquisite value of the sound-pattern itself, its "meaning" must be simply an emotional attitude. It could never speak directly about the objective world, or "the nature of existence"; but it might create a complex emotional attitude which might be appropriate to some feature of the objective world, or to the universe as a whole.
- The day you open your mind to music, you're halfway to opening your mind to life.
- Pete Townshend of the Who, Pop Chronicles, Show 23 - Smack Dab in the Middle on Route 66. Part 2, interview recorded in London 2.5.1968 
- Our musical alphabet is poor and illogical. Music, which should pulsate with life, needs new means of expression, and science alone can infuse it with youthful vigor. Why, Italian Futurists, have you slavishly reproduced only what is commonplace and boring in the bustle of our daily lives. I dream of instruments obedient to my thought and which with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm.
- One day I said to myself that it would be better to get rid of all that—melody, rhythm, harmony, etc. This was not a negative thought and did not mean that it was necessary to avoid them, but rather that, while doing something else, they would appear spontaneously. We had to liberate ourselves from the direct and peremptory consequence of intention and effect, because the intention would always be our own and would be circumscribed, when so many other forces are evidently in action in the final effect.
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- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 535-41.
- Music religious heat inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime desires,
And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
- Joseph Addison, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, Stanza 4.
- Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.
- John Armstrong, The Art of Preserving Health (1744), Book IV, line 512.
- That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts of shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
- Edwin Arnold, Light of Asia, Book IV, line 418.
- Music tells no truths.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene A Village Feast.
- Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
- J. C. Bampfylde, Sonnet.
- If music and sweet poetry agree.
- Richard Barnfield, Sonnet.
- Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly, Welcome Me Home.
- I'm saddest when I sing.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly, You think I have a merry heart.
- God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
All perfect combinations, and he made
Us so that we could hear and understand.
- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, Music.
- The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,—
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on this æolian breath.
- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, Music.
- "Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
- James Bramston, Man of Taste, first line quoted from Prior.
- And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
- Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain—
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Musical Instrument.
- Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.
- Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part II (1664), Canto I, line 617.
- For discords make the sweetest airs.
- Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part III (1678), Canto I, line 919.
- Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
- Lord Byron, Beppo (1818), Stanza 32.
- Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
- There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
- And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
- Thomas Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Part I.
- Merrily sang the monks in Ely
When Cnut, King, rowed thereby;
Row, my knights, near the land,
And hear we these monkes' song.
- Attributed to King Canute, Song of the Monks of Ely, in Spens, History of the English People, Historia Eliensis (1066). Chambers' Encyclopedia of English Literature.
- Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
- Thomas Carlyle, Essays, The Opera.
- When music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell.
- William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 1.
- In notes by distance made more sweet.
- William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 60.
- In hollow murmurs died away.
- William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 68.
- Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
I've read that things inanimate have moved,
And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
- William Congreve, The Mourning Bride, Act I, scene 1.
- And when the music goes te-toot,
The monkey acts so funny
That we all hurry up and scoot
To get some monkey-money.
M-double-unk for the monkey,
M-double-an for the man;
M-double unky, hunky monkey,
Ever since the world began
Children danced and children ran
When they heard the monkey-man,
The m-double-unky man.
- Edmund Vance Cooke, The Monkey-Man, I rule the House.
- Water and air He for the Tenor chose,
Earth made the Base, the Treble Flame arose,
To th' active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave,
To Saturn's string a touch more soft and grave.
The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow,
And short and long, were mixt and woven so,
Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall,
As made this decent measur'd Dance of all.
And this is Musick.
- Abraham Cowley, Davideis (1668), Book I, p. 13.
- With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
- William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book VI. Winter Walk at Noon, line 3.
- The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
- John Dryden, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day.
- Music sweeps by me as a messenger
Carrying a message that is not for me.
- George Eliot, Spanish Gypsy (1868), Book III.
- 'Tis God gives skill,
But not without men's hands: He could not make
Antonio Stradivari's violins
- George Eliot, Stradivarius, line 151.
- The silent organ loudest chants
The master's requiem.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Dirge.
- Our 'prentice, Tom, may now refuse
To wipe his scoundrel master's shoes;
For now he's free to sing and play
Over the hills and far away.
- George Farquhar, Over the Hills and Far Away, Act II, scene 3.
- But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Distracted Jockey's Lamentation, Pills to Purge Melancholy.
- Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Distracted Jockey's Lamentation, Pills to Purge Melancholy found in The Nursery Rhymes of England by Halliwell Phillips.
- When I was young and had no sense
I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence,
And all the tunes that I could play
Was, "Over the Hills and Far Away."
- Old Ballad, in the Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs.
- Blasen ist nicht flöten, ihr müsst die Finger bewegen.
- To blow is not to play on the flute; you must move the fingers.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sprüche in Prosa, III.
- Jack Whaley had a cow,
And he had nought to feed her;
He took his pipe and played a tune,
And bid the cow consider.
- Old Scotch and North of Ireland ballad. Lady Granville uses it in a letter. (1836).
- Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
- Thomas Gray, Elegy in a Country Church Yard, Stanza 10.
- He stood beside a cottage lone,
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.
- Thomas Hervey, The Devil's Progress.
- Why should the devil have all the good tunes?
- Rowland Hill, Sermons. In his biography by E. W. Broome, p. 93.
- Music was a thing of the soul—a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea—a strange bird singing the songs of another shore.
- Josiah Gilbert Holland, Plain Talks on Familiar Subjects, Art and Life.
- From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathéd horn.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Chambered Nautilus.
Ridetur chorda qui semper oberrat eadem.
- The musician who always plays on the same string, is laughed at.
- Horace, Ars Poetica (18 BC), 355.
- Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!
Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe "The Brides of Enderby."
- Jean Ingelow, High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire.
- When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
- Job, XXXVIII. 7.
- Ere music's golden tongue
Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
- John Keats, The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 3.
- The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
- John Keats, The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 4.
- Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
- John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn.
- I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
- Charles Lamb, A Chapter on Ears.
- A velvet flute-note fell down pleasantly,
Upon the bosom of that harmony,
And sailed and sailed incessantly,
As if a petal from a wild-rose blown
Had fluttered down upon that pool of tone,
And boatwise dropped o' the convex side
And floated down the glassy tide
And clarified and glorified
The solemn spaces where the shadows bide.
From the warm concave of that fluted note
Somewhat, half song, half odour forth did float
As if a rose might somehow be a throat.
- Sidney Lanier, The Symphony.
- Music is in all growing things;
And underneath the silky wings
Of smallest insects there is stirred
A pulse of air that must be heard;
Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
- Lathrop, Music of Growth.
- Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Children of the Lord's Supper, line 262.
- Yea, music is the Prophet's art
Among the gifts that God hath sent,
One of the most magnificent!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, Part III. Second Interlude, Stanza 5.
- When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part I. 1.
- He is dead, the sweet musician!
* * * *
He has moved a little nearer
To the Master of all music.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Song of Hiawatha (1855), Part XV, line 56.
- Music is the universal language of mankind.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer. Ancient Spanish Ballads.
- Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day is Done, Stanza 8.
- Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
- John Milton, Arcades, line 68.
- Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
- Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
- Ring out ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time;
And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow,
And with your ninefold harmony,
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
- John Milton, Hymn on the Nativity, Stanza 13.
- There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full voiced quire below,
In service high, and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecstasies,
And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
- John Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 161.
- Untwisting all the chains that tie the hidden soul of harmony.
- John Milton, L'Allegro, line 143.
- As in an organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
- And in their motions harmony divine
So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear
- Mettez, pour me jouer, vos flûtes mieux d'accord.
- If you want to play a trick on me, put your flutes more in accord.
- Molière, L'Etourdi, Act I. 4.
- La musique celeste.
- The music of the spheres.
- Montaigne, Book I, Chapter XXII.
- If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
- Thomas Moore, Dear Harp of My Country, Stanza 2.
- "This must be music," said he, "of the spears,
For I am cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one!"
- Thomas Moore, Fudge Family in Paris, Letter V, line 28.
- The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled.
- Thomas Moore, Harp That Once.
- If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.
- Thomas Moore, If Thou, Would'st Have Me Sing and Play.
- And music too—dear music! that can touch
Beyond all else the soul that loves it much—
Now heard far off, so far as but to seem
Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream.
- Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.
- 'Tis believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
- Thomas Moore, Origin of the Harp.
- She played upon her music-box a fancy air by chance,
And straightway all her polka-dots began a lively dance.
- Peter Newell, Her Polka Dots.
- Apes and ivory, skulls and roses, in junks of old Hong-Kong,
Gliding over a sea of dreams to a haunted shore of song.
- Alfred Noyes, Apes and Ivory.
- There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
In the city as the sun sinks low;
And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow.
- Alfred Noyes, Barrel Organ.
- Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
- We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Of whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
- Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Music Makers.
- One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample a kingdom down.
- Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Music Makers.
- How light the touches are that kiss
The music from the chords of life!
- Coventry Patmore, By the Sea.
- He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed,
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
- Robert Pollok, The Course of Time (1827), Book IV, line 674.
- Music resembles poetry: in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
- As some to Church repair,
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
- What woful stuff this madrigal would be
In some starv'd hackney sonnetteer, or me!
But let a Lord once own the happy lines,
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
- Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,
Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
- Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle IV, line 143.
- By music minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
* * * * *
Warriors she fires with animated sounds;
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
- Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
- Hark! the numbers soft and clear,
Gently steal upon the ear;
Now louder, and yet louder rise
And fill with spreading sounds the skies.
- Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
- In a sadly pleasing strain
Let the warbling lute complain.
- Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
- Music's force can tame the furious beast.
- Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great Amen.
- Adelaide Anne Procter, Lost Chord. (As set to music, 5th line reads, "I know not what I was playing.").
- We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
- Psalms. CXXXVII. 2.
- Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges.
- François Rabelais, Works, Book IV, Chapter XIX.
- Musik ist Poesie der Luft.
- Music is the poetry of the air.
- Jean Paul Richter.
- Sie zog tief in sein Herz, wie die Melodie eines Liedes, die aus der Kindheit heraufklingt.
- It sank deep into his heart, like the melody of a song sounding from out of childhood's days.
- Jean Paul Richter, Hesperus, XII.
- The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the Master's spell;
And feeling hearts—touch them but lightly—pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
- Samuel Rogers, Human Life, line 363.
- Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
- I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
- And it will discourse most eloquent music.
- You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.
- How irksome is this music to my heart!
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
- Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music, plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers,
There had made a lasting spring.
- Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by;
In sweet music is such art:
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
- The choir,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung Te Deum.
- One whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
- Though music oft hath such a charm
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
- Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in music.
- How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night
Becomes the touches of sweet harmony.
- There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
- Therefore the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;
Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change his nature.
- The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
- Music do I hear?
Ha! ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
- Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays
And twenty caged nightingales do sing.
- Preposterous ass, that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
Was it not to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies or his usual pain?
- This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air.
- Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows!
- If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.
- Song like a rose should be;
Each rhyme a petal sweet;
For fragrance, melody,
That when her lips repeat
The words, her heart may know
What secret makes them so.
Love, only Love.
- Frank Dempster Sherman, Song, in Lyrics for a Lute.
- Musick! soft charm of heav'n and earth,
Whence didst thou borrow thy auspicious birth?
Or art thou of eternal date,
Sire to thyself, thyself as old as Fate.
- Edmund Smith, Ode in Praise of Musick.
- See to their desks Apollo's sons repair,
Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair!
In unison their various tones to tune,
Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon;
In soft vibration sighs the whispering lute,
Tang goes the harpsichord, too-too the flute,
Brays the loud trumpet, squeaks the fiddle sharp,
Winds the French-horn, and twangs the tingling harp;
Till, like great Jove, the leader, figuring in,
Attunes to order the chaotic din.
- Horace and James Smith, Rejected Addresses, The Theatre, line 20.
- So dischord ofte in musick makes the sweeter lay.
- Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book III, Canto II, Stanza 15.
- Music revives the recollections it would appease.
- Anne Louise Germaine de Staël, Corinne (1807), Book IX, Chapter II.
- The gauger walked with willing foot,
And aye the gauger played the flute;
And what should Master Gauger play
But Over the Hills and Far Away.
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Underwoods, A Song of the Road.
- How her fingers went when they moved by note
Through measures fine, as she marched them o'er
The yielding plank of the ivory floor.
- Benjamin F. Taylor, Songs of Yesterday, How the Brook Went to Mill, Stanza 3.
- It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
- Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
- Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 1.
- Music that gentlier on the spirit lies
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.
- Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 1.
- I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. I am saddest when I sing. So are those who hear me. They are sadder even than I am.
- Artemus Ward, Lecture.
- Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
- Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II. 19.
- And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
- John Greenleaf Whittier, At Port Royal.
- I'm the sweetest sound in orchestra heard
Yet in orchestra never have been.
- William Wilberforce, Riddle, first lines.
- Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale leaves listlessly
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
- Oscar Wilde, In the Gold Room, A Harmony.
- What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
- Mrs. M. C. Wilson, What Fairy-like Music.
- Where music dwells
Lingering, and wandering on as loth to die:
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
- William Wordsworth, Ecclesiastical Sonnets, Part III. 63. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge.
- Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
- William Wordsworth, A Morning Exercise.
- Soft is the music that would charm forever:
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
- William Wordsworth, Not Love, Not War.
- Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
- William Wordsworth, Personal Talk, Stanza 2.
- The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
- William Wordsworth, The Solitary Reaper.
- Thank you. If you appreciate the tuning so much, I hope you'll enjoy the playing more.
- Ravi Shankar tuning up before his performance on Sitar, Soundbite of "The Concert For Bangladesh"